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"I don’t like this thing, you know," he says "I round, one He s used to be? Did he really almost say that?

Now I can’t tell him what I desperately need to say, what I told myself I’d say Because if I do, he’ll walk away fro I’ Every last pillow dream, every hope for that first kiss

But he could die before any of that could ever happen I’ to do

My phone buzzes in round "It’s cool I’llsee you?"

Dear dog, I hope so

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The rest of the night is a mess In, every TV in every house I deliver to is showing otti’s It’s like each object that is created to co alive, screa, to warn the victims, and they won’t let up

I can’t concentrate on my orders The Traverse Apart to coety every ti to calm me down on the phone but I can’t talk to hiive up I can’t tell hih I really wish I could I’ a massive headache

When the marquee at the Park Theatre blinks a fluorescent picture of the crash for the entire thirty seconds I’ to lose it This weird fear churns in my chest, and I can feel a flutter there, like o "Stop it!" I screaloved hands "Just stop"

But it doesn’t stop It gets worse Everyin every house I pass has the scene plastered over it Every poster on every telephone pole has changed its picture from whatever lost pet it was in search of to the explosion I have to stop several ti I start lagging even farther behind, until it’s all just so hopeless

With one pizza to go, I can’t take it anymore, because ht now, tonight And so it, I turn down the street and head to Angotti’s